Title:  Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary:  Spike Devlin is the lead
singer in the rock band 'Blue Eyed
Devil'.  Buffy Summers is the local
preschool teacher he's falling in
love with.



Part twenty-three....


The kids running the drive in placed their 'Closed'
sign in the window and piled into a black Ford
pick-up truck that had probably been new right
around the time that disco died.

When he was certain that everyone in the area had
departed, Spike wheeled his motorcycle under the lower
branches of a Monterey Pine. The moon was fat and
bright, and the ambiance couldn't have been more
romantic if he'd planned it that way.

Buffy watched as he flicked a couple of switches on the
control panel, and was surprised when music began
to play.  "Motorcycles have radios?"

"Some do."

"How in the world can you hear the music?"

He grinned at her. "I turn it up real loud."

He wasn't turning it up loud now.  It was at a perfect
level for them to enjoy, without being obnoxious or
frightening the local wildlife into a stampede.

When a new song started, Buffy's attention perked
up. "Hey, he sounds familiar."

Devlin reached for her hand and tugged her up off
the bench. "He should. He's the guy who's been
panting and moaning in your ear for the last couple
of days."

She giggled, fanning herself with her hand. "Gee...I'm
dating a radio star. The other girls will be so jealous."

He placed her right hand on his left shoulder, then
slipped his right arm around her waist. "My mother made
me take dancing lessons when I was thirteen. Let's see
if I can remember anything."

Taking her hand, he waltzed her around the moonlit
clearing, singing along with his voice on the radio...


"Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say

Take my breath away
Take my breath away



"I haven't heard this one before. Is it new?" Buffy
asked, trying not to watch her feet, while counting
silently to herself.

"Nope. One of our first," he replied. Releasing her
from his arm around her waist, he kept a hold of
her hand and spun her underneath his raised arm,
three times.

Butterflies danced in her tummy, making her laugh.


"Watching, I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion
As you turn to me and say

Take my breath away.."



"It actually didn't do very well when if was first
released," he said, reclaiming her in his arms and
continuing to dance with her. "Then when 'Heart
Racer' hit big and went platinum, a lot of stations
started giving it air time."

Buffy was surprised. "Why didn't it do well?"

"Because it's not very good," he admitted. "But
anytime a band goes to the top of the charts, they
start to resurrect every piece of drek they can lay
their hands on."


"Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed, I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid

Take my breath away.."



This was probably the single most romantic moment
in her life so far. It had to be every girl's dream...an
amazingly handsome and wildly sexy rock and roll
star was singing a love song in her ear, and dancing
with her under a full moon and a sky full of stars..old
fashioned style dancing, too!   Not the sort of thing
where the participants danced three feet away from
each other and never touched.


"Watching every motion
In this foolish lover's game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn my way and say

Take my breath away
My love, take my breath away..."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The song ended, and Devlin slipped both arms
around her waist,  walking her backwards towards the
parked motorcycle until Buffy felt the seat pressing
against the back of her upper thighs.

Then, with one finger under her chin, he tilted
her head up and looked down at her very
seriously.

"I love you."

His voice was soft, but his words were firm and
free of any hesitation or doubt.

Talk about having your breath taken away!

He had hinted at it, joked about it, and flirted
around the edges of it...but this was the first time
the actual three words had been uttered.

It thrilled her. It terrified her.

Her knees threatened to give out, and she had to
grab hold of his arms to keep herself from melting
into a shivery puddle.

"You're making me nervous, love," he said, his
brows drawing together. "Aren't you going to say
anything?"

Yes. She knew that "I love you" generally required a
like response. But these were words she had never
spoken to a man before. This was a huge, gigantic leap
into unknown waters for her, and she wasn't wearing a
life jacket.

After waiting for her to speak, Spike took a deep
breath and stepped back. "This isn't going the way
I hoped it would," he said, staring at his feet. "First
time I tell a girl that I love her, and I'm bollixing it
up but good."

First time?

Buffy felt her heart jump in her chest. "The...the first
time?" she asked, her voice shaky. "You've never...I
mean...never?"

Devlin shrugged. "Never," he confirmed. "I'm not saying I
haven't had...relationships...before. But I never fell in
love...until I saw you."

Everything that made life sweet, that gave it color and
magic, was shining from his eyes. This was just as new
to him as it was to her, and she was awed by the courage
he had to open his heart so completely.

Now, it was time for her to step away from the cautious and
carefully controlled patterns woven into the tapestry she'd
been constructing for her life. Love wasn't meant to be that
way.

Fear had no place in a loving heart, and life couldn't be
predicted or guaranteed. All it could be...was lived.

A wave of giddy happiness suddenly swept through her,
warming her from the inside out.  All her mother's warnings
were forgotten.  She would no longer worry about some
distant future that might never come to pass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He was taking her silent reverie the wrong way, seeing
it as a clear sign that she did not return his affections.

Humiliation burned inside of him, and he could have
kicked his own ass for speaking too soon. With slightly
reddened cheeks, he tried to salvage as much of his
dignity as he could by laughing it off.

"You know, I haven't been this embarrassed since
I tripped over a microphone cord and fell into the
drum kit," he said lightly. "I don't suppose you'd be
willing to just forget I said anything?"

Buffy answered him by launching herself at him. She
twined her arms around his neck, tugging until he
lowered his head. "I love you, too," she said, sudden
shyness making her voice almost inaudible.

"Pardon me?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

She raised her volume a notch. "I love you, too."

The frown on his face slowly began to fade, and
an uncertain smile tugged at the corners of his
mouth.  "You do?"

"I really do."

His smile widened. "Well, that's a relief.  I was
getting ready for you to scamper off into the
woods."

Buffy shook her head. "Not me," she replied,
returning his smile. "Goodness only knows WHAT'S
out there."

Spike slipped his hands under her arms, sitting her
sidesaddle on the seat of his motorcycle. "So, we're
exclusive?" he asked, sliding his hands under her
skirt and stroking the tops of her thighs.

His touch was distracting her. "Mm-hmm."

He parted her legs and stepped between them. "I want 
to be your boyfriend, Buffy," he said. "Officially."

"Okay." She sighed as his fingers crept further up,
sliding her underpants down and off.

"With all the rights...and privileges...the position
entails."

One hand lifted her left thigh, maneuvering her into
straddling the seat of the bike.  "They're yours."

He climbed on behind her and scooted her for-
ward. "There's no going back," he warned.

Pressing his front to her back, he reached around
and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Glancing down at his hands, she realized his
intent and turned bright red.  "What are you doing?"

He bent down to whisper in her ear. "Making it
official."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


To Buffy's own everlasting surprise, she didn't protest
when Spike unfastened  her blouse and bra. His hands
felt too good on her skin, and she wasn't about to
complain, even if she was outside where anybody and
his brother could see her.

When his hands skimmed up her sides and slipped
around to cover her breasts, she leaned her back
against his shoulder, nearly purring with the pleasurable
sensation.

Spike squeezed and molded her flesh, lightly flicking
his fingers across her nipples. "Nothing prim and proper
about you, Miss Buffy," he murmured into the curve of
her neck.

Nope. She'd left prim and proper behind about three
miles back.

But, when he urged her to lift up so that he could undress
her, she had to say something.

"Spike...no," she whispered, reaching back to 
stroke the side of his face and take the edge off her
words. "I just...I can't...not out here."

He had angled the bike so that if anyone should drive
by and glance this way, all they would see was his
back. However, he didn't want to break the mood and
since she seemed so willing to go through with what
he wanted, he was agreeable to her request.

Totally naked could happen later, back when they
had plenty of time and a nice, comfortable bed to
play in.

"All right," he conceded, nibbling the soft skin below
her ear. "But if I can't have you naked, you're gonna have
to do something else to really get me going."

"Something else?"

She sounded alarmed, and he laughed. "Don't get all
worked up, luv. It's nothing completely depraved...not yet,
anyway."

That wasn't much help, but she decided not to press
the point and just waited for him to tell her what he
wanted.

"Talk to me," he said into her ear. "Make me hard."

Talking was something she could do.  She could talk all
day, if the subject was right. "About what?" she asked,
knowing perfectly well what topic he was interested in,
and hoping she could pull it off.

"About the ongoing problem of global warming," he
said, reaching under her skirt again. "And how we can
contribute to it...right here."

He placed his hands on her inner thighs and began
moving them up.  The light touch gave her goosebumps.
"Well," she said, matter-of-factly, "I guess we could
expend a little energy."

"Tell me how," he urged, sending an exploring finger
into the curls between her legs.

Buffy felt a rush of moisture dampening the seat she
was perched on. "Ex...exercise," she gasped.

Devlin removed one hand and reached down to unzip
his fly. "Sounds like fun," he said, extracting his erection
from the tight blue denim. "Will you bend over and touch
your toes?"

"I...what?  On this?"

He laughed and pressed his hips against her. "God,
you're adorable," he said. "And you've made me very
hard, just talking about exercise. Imagine what you could
do if you really got down and dirty."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For some reason, Buffy felt challenged. Rising to it,
she turned her head until she could watch the expression
on his face. "You mean if I asked you to put your hands
on my b...my tits?"  Her face turned bright red, but she
managed to say the word, one that had never passed her
lips before in her life.

He caught his breath sharply, a bit shocked at what
she had said. "God...Buffy," he muttered, pushing up her
skirt and grinding his rigid cock against her soft bottom.

She faced forward again, feeling pretty proud of herself.
Wrapping her fingers around the hand grips, she leaned
forward. "Suppose I told you...that I want you to touch
me here," she asked, lifting her rear. "That I want to feel
your fingers on me...making me...making me wet. What
would you do?"

Shaking his head in disbelief, he shrugged. "I would do
it," he informed her, stroking her moist sex. "You know I'm
your slave, baby."

"Oh, that's nice," she whispered, rocking against his
hand. "More, please."

"More what?"

"More of...what you're doing."

Sliding one arm around her waist, he deftly inserted his
finger inside her, sending it all the way in. "More of that?"
he asked, beginning to pump it in and out of her. "Do
you like it?"

Buffy's head fell back against his chest. "Uh-huh," she
said on a soft whimper of breath.

Spike wasn't going to be able to last much longer. He
wanted more than his finger inside of her.

"Buffy," he said, leaning forward, "reach up and grab
that branch."

One of the lower limbs of the tree was situated at just
the right height for what he had in mind.

She looked up when he peeled her hands off the
handlebars of the motorcycle and raised her arms in
the air. Grabbing the branch as requested, she held on
tightly.

"Pull yourself up a little," he instructed. He put one hand
on her waist, and used the other to position himself. "Now,
baby...slide down...ahhh...slowly, luv....oh, yeah."

With both hands on her waist now, he guided her up and
down, watching the place where his shaft disappeared and
reappeared so enticingly.

Buffy clung to the branch, using the muscles in her
arms to lift and lower herself.  He went in so deeply that
his penis touched places inside of her that she'd never
known existed before.

"God, baby...that's so good."  He hissed in air through
clenched teeth. "You feel so hot...so wet..."

Violent spasms jerked and shuddered through him,
making him lunge up harder, grinding himself into her.

"Fuck me," he panted, kissing and nuzzling the smooth,
damp skin of her back. "Fuck yourself....on me."

With a herculean effort, he forced himself to remain
still, letting her slide up and down, her tight sex grasping
and pulling on his cock.

Buffy felt completion approaching. She moved faster
and harder, almost throwing herself onto his shaft, making
him grunt with every impact.

"That's it," he groaned, cupping her breasts and fondling
them roughly. "Do it...come on...you know you want it...need
it...don't you, baby?  Harder...harder, goddammit!"

She couldn't hold on anymore.  All the strength in her
body was concentrating in one place, and her arms were
giving out.

Devlin must have sensed it, because he pulled her back
down. "Lean forward and grab the handlebars again," he
said, then planted his feet and shifted his own weight
forward.

Once she had a firm hold, he began power driving into her
at a meteoric pace.  Placing one hand next to hers on the
right hand grip, he took her left breast into his free hand
and continued squeezing it, alternating from firm to gentle
pressure.

Ripples of pleasure widened and spread through them both
as their bodies slammed together in a primal rhythm.

"Baby," he said suddenly. "I'm...I can't last much longer..are
you...can you...oh, fuck...yes...Buffy...tighter...tighter!"

She squeezed her internal muscles down, clenching them
around his cock in a vise-like hold that only got stronger
when she began to climax. "Spike," she gasped. "I'm...oh.."

"Do it," he encouraged her. "Come for me, Buffy.  Come hard.
I'm coming....with you, baby...now...ohhhh...yeah...right...now!"

Using both arms, he hauled her down on him, holding her
still as he ejaculated a huge amount of semen into her, his
hips jerking with every spurt of fluid he gave her.

Nothing was hidden...and nothing was held back.

Passion fused their bodies together, just as surely as love
bound their hearts.



TBC.....

(Okay, I gave you motorcycle sex AND a confession
 of love.  Gimme your opinions)